set of flowers

The autumn wind came through the window, and the candles flickered.Looking at the night outside the window, Wei Lan smiled inwardly: Ha, there is no door but a window, it’s not that you can’t get out, what’s the point of closing the door?

The exit was clearly there, but there was still no escape option for him.

It was never others who troubled him the most, but himself.

... even?

Wei Lan covered her eyes and suddenly burst out laughing.

even?You'll always beat me - Father is the one who wins in the end.

He walked forward and stepped on the fragments of the porcelain bottle. The sharp pain rose from the soles of his feet, which made him tremble all over, and he almost cried out in pain, but his heart was full of willfulness.

The crack in the sole of the foot brings the thrill of revenge, but who is he taking revenge on?Is it An Qingfeng or herself?He didn't think about the answer.The blood dripping all over the ground seemed to be telling him: Even if it is a minor injury, there is still a possibility of bleeding to death.Realizing that his life might be lost suddenly, his heartbeat suddenly quickened—he might have been frightened, but he just walked away from the place in a mess, with no intention of dealing with the flesh and blood fragments embedded in the soles of his feet.

Gambling with one's life has endless fun.

The only way to escape from the cage called "life" is to die, but he is not willing to turn into dust, he does not want to die, even if he still has nothing now, he still wants to catch something.

The wound mixed with fragments felt like it was being torn apart with every step, and scorching blood lotuses bloomed on the floor he stepped on.Walking to the bed, Wei Lan loosened her long half-wet hair and lay down.Accompanied by the stabbing pain, the pictures flashed in his mind like a revolving door before death. He began to think about his whole life, the happy time in his childhood, his life like being in prison after he was adopted to Wang Meng, and the only The Shangyuan Festival that can travel freely, the fat man I want to see on the Shangyuan Festival, the fat man who even gave flowers to him as a man.That scene was too shocking, so he refused coldly with one word—"Get out."

Fatty was obviously sad when he heard this.Wei Lan looked at the downcast person across the way, thinking that the other person had good intentions, so after struggling, he still took the flower, and said "scroll" again kindly, and the fat man who didn't know the wrong nerve actually The smile blossomed... By some strange coincidence, he even gave the man his own name - "Lan".

After the age of 12, he never mentioned his last name to others.

It's strange to say that he still remembers such trivial things, he still remembers that stupid follower... So it was An Qingfeng... It would be great if he could be more heartless, if he could push An Qingfeng into the lake... Here, so maybe, maybe...

Tiredness filled Wei Lan's whole body, and the pain in the soles of his feet suddenly became severe, but soon, as if being pulled into the deep sea and sinking, consciousness was stirred into chaos along with the pain, and then, everything seemed to be dead, silent and empty .

——Suddenly, he was pulled out of the sea. Before he could breathe, the cold porcelain bowl was pressed against his lips, and the bitter medicine was poured into his mouth. He swallowed the medicine, turned his head away, and heard a "don't move".He was dizzy, unable to tell who the voice was from, turned his head, focused his gaze, and saw that the other person was An Qingfeng, his first reaction was to push the person away, but he couldn't exert himself, and he couldn't even After shaking the medicinal soup out of the bowl, she lay down in An Qingfeng's arms again because of her weak waist.

He had a high fever and almost fell into a coma again, but he was inexplicably persistent and insisted on holding on, not even intending to close his eyes.Ever since, he wandered between waking up and drowsiness, and while he was wandering, he heard An Qingfeng say to him the words that made his ears almost grow calluses - "Did I treat you badly?"

it is good?

Wei Lan laughed, but before she could laugh out loud, she burst into tears, her eyes that couldn't find focus were blurred, but she still stared at An Qingfeng, and asked, "Did I treat you badly?"

An Qingfeng looked at Wei Lan, speechless.

"As a male favorite, Lan'er is obedient to the lord, what the lord wants to hear, how to play, Lan'er will accompany you with a smile even if she is so disgusted... Is such a Lan'er not good to the lord?" ?——What are you doing to me! Didn’t I win all the “good things” by catering to you? Hahahaha... Yes, your other male favorites treat you like this, right? So you are not surprised, on the contrary I feel that I have paid too much for me... you are worthy of being a prince..."

Indifference, sadness, rage, or ecstasy... The high fever made Wei Lan's mood more unstable, but this outburst also made him more tired.

"Are you looking for death?" An Qingfeng said in a deep voice, and the force of grabbing Wei Lan's arm suddenly increased.

Wei Lan could barely open his eyes, but still tried to escape from An Qingfeng's arms. He sat up and asked, "Do you want to kill me? Hurry up, the prince has no news from Lan'er."

"This king will not let you die."

Wei Lan laughed, laughed at his contradictions, laughed at his stupidity: "Life cannot be controlled by me, but what is so difficult about death?"

"I don't allow it." He held his hands so tightly that he even left fingerprints on Wei Lan's arm.

Wei Lan was tired and could no longer fight with him, so he could only say "Get lost", and then his consciousness gradually lost contact with the outside world.Before falling into nothingness, he suddenly felt that the current state was pretty good, at least he could be himself...

All of a sudden, An Qingfeng couldn't use his hand, and the medicinal soup in his right hand almost fell over.He let go of his left hand holding Wei Lan's arm, lifted it up, and used his index finger to detect Wei Lan's breathing, but Wei Lan's nose was so hot that he couldn't tell whether half of the heat sensed by his fingers was from his own defense. Lan's breathing, he put down his hands, wrapped Wei Lan's hot body tightly, suppressed a few tremors in his throat, and said to the imperial doctor standing aside: "Tell me, he's fine."

The imperial doctor approached quickly, opened Wei Lan's eyes, checked the temperature, felt the pulse, bent down, took a step back, raised his hands above An Qingfeng's head, and said, "I will do my best."

Unable to hear the desired answer, An Qingfeng said angrily: "Tell me that he is fine!"

The imperial doctor immediately knelt down, but still couldn't make a promise.

"Save him!" An Qingfeng was angry at the uselessness of the imperial doctor, who was not as flustered as he was.

The imperial doctor hurriedly got up, took out the needles from the acupuncture bag that had been laid out on the table, and after burning them in the fire, he shook the needles, held up Wei Lan's left hand, pinched the needles with his index finger and thumb to find the acupuncture points, and slowly Slow down...

"You'll be fine after drinking the medicine..." An Qingfeng put the medicine into Wei Lan's mouth, but Wei Lan's teeth were closed tightly, and the poured medicine just flowed down the corner of his mouth, so he ignored the dissuasion of others and pried it with his tongue Open Wei Lan's mouth, and then filled the medicine, feeding it in mouthful by mouthful until only the residue remained at the bottom of the bowl.

The imperial doctor pulled out a bunch of silver needles, tested Wei Lan's pulse again, and then said to An Qingfeng: "My lord, let the young master lie down and sleep for a while, maybe it will be better if you sweat."

An Qingfeng did as instructed.After placing Wei Lan, he sat by the bed and refused to leave.He ordered the imperial doctor to stay until Wei Lan was safe and sound, so the imperial doctor had to step back and wait.

He touched Wei Lan's red hot face, thinking of Wei Lan's scarred feet, in a daze, his heart seemed to have been dug out by someone.

Unconsciously, he said, "I don't want you to."

It's not that you have to...

In a daze, he went back to seven years ago, and waited day after day by the lake for a promise of "see you tomorrow"... Then, he woke up after a full month: the promise made by that person was just to avoid A lie that continues to be followed, a lie that cannot be more obvious.

...Wei Lan has never loved him, he knows it, because even though he is constantly favored by men, even if he does not return day and night, Wei Lan has never had a word of dissatisfaction——Obviously as long as Wei Lan shows a little bit of caring, he can no longer love him. Lingering among the flowers and plants - but Wei Lan is not rare.

What did i do wrong?Why do you hate me? ...why do you hate me?

The bent index finger slid across Wei Lan's face, and when it slid across the jaw, An Qingfeng opened his palm. The four fingers and the thumb were separated and placed on both sides of the neck. The palm and Wei Lan's neck gradually approached. The adam's apple was so fragile that it seemed that it could be crushed at any time.An Qingfeng bent her five fingers, and the pulse came from the fingertips...

In the end, he let go of his hand, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down on the scorching bed under the blessing of Wei Lan's body temperature.

……

heat.

It was already night when Wei Lan woke up, his eyes touched the candlelight, and when he turned sideways, there was An Qingfeng's face.

— dreaming?

like real.

Sensing the movement of the person in his arms, An Qingfeng opened his eyes and asked, "Is it better?"

Unexpectedly, Wei Lan gave a response: "Yeah." But when he spoke, he turned his face away.

An Qingfeng kissed the back of his head and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll ask someone to prepare something for you."

"……it is good."

For a moment, it seemed to be back in the past. Even though Wei Lan's attitude was much colder than before, it was enough for An Qingfeng.An Qingfeng got up, woke up the imperial doctor who fell asleep at some time, asked someone to pour warm water, and asked the dining room to prepare porridge and chicken soup.

The imperial doctor immediately got up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and walked over. After looking at Wei Lan and asking about it, he reported Wei Lan's condition to An Qingfeng, and then asked for a diagnosis of An Qingfeng's condition. After making sure that there was no problem, the imperial doctor He prescribed prescriptions to remove residual heat and prevent fever, and told An Qingfeng to wipe off the sweat on Wei Lan's body, and asked Wei Lan to wrap up the quilt and lie down for another night so as not to catch cold.

After An Qingfeng took the prescription and sent the imperial doctor away, he also sent people to fetch the medicine and boil hot water.Wei Lan turned over and got out of bed, stepped on the ground, and only after he felt a clear pain in the soles of his feet did he notice his feet wrapped in muslin.

After turning around and seeing those feet, An Qingfeng regretted that he forgot to let the imperial doctor look at the injuries on Wei Lan's feet, but he couldn't go out in time to call someone back, so he hurried over, pressed Wei Lan's shoulders, forced Wei Lan sat back on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

"Don't move, I really want to go, I will carry you there."

The tone was familiar, but at the moment it made Wei Lan feel extremely weird.

Seeing that Wei Lan didn't answer, An Qingfeng put his legs back on the bed.It just so happened that the servant brought warm water at this time, An Qingfeng poured the water and handed it to Wei Lan. After watching Wei Lan drink it, he poured another glass and handed it to Wei Lan.

An Qingfeng stroked the back of Wei Lan's head, and asked with concern: "Is it better?" This attitude almost made Wei Lan think that the memory in his mind was just a dream he had with a fever—if it wasn't for his feet It does hurt.

Wei Lan vaguely remembered saying something that offended An Qingfeng... What is true and what is false, if they are all true, he really doesn't understand why An Qingfeng can still treat him like this.

He didn't hear Wei Lan's answer, and An Qingfeng didn't force him to ask. He just put Wei Lan's feet on his legs, and after removing the blood-stained fine cloth, he was relieved when he saw that the wound didn't fester.

The wound medicine has already been prescribed, and he only needs to treat the wound according to the doctor's instructions.

He asked the accompanying servant to bring the medicine box, waited for the hot water to be brought, and decided to treat the foot injury first, and then wipe his body later, so he asked someone to wet the towel and wring it dry, while he himself took the towel and carefully covered the body. Lan wiped the wound on her foot and asked again, "Does it hurt?"

It hurts, but Wei Lan shook his head.

After wiping, An Qingfeng handed the towel to the servant. The servant put the towel in water and handed it back to An Qingfeng. An Qingfeng then wiped off the blood on Wei Lan's feet, and repeated this action again tirelessly. The middle water is darker and darker.

"Bring two more basins of hot water—and two hand towels."

"Yes."

When the clean water came, An Qingfeng soaked a clean towel in hot water with his own hands, then wrung it dry, and wiped Wei Lan's feet that were already wiped clean, then applied the medicine, and then wrapped it in a fine cloth , tie it up.

After finishing the work, An Qingfeng ordered his servants to pack up the medicine box, put down the basin of untouched water, and close the door after going out.

The servant lifted the washbasin from the wooden plate and put it on the basin stand, and put the towel into the washbasin, then bent over and stepped back, walked out the door, and closed the door carefully.

An Qingfeng wrung out the towel before walking to Wei Lan's side, Wei Lan said, "I'll do it myself."

He handed over the towel, waited for Wei Lan to wipe his face, sighed, and said, "Let me help you." After that, he took the towel, washed it in hot water, and wrung it dry.He sat on the edge of the bed, opened Wei Lan's skirt, and the already loose bathrobe slipped to his elbows easily.

Seeing An Qingfeng's patient and gentle movements, Wei Lan finally said: "What's the point of doing this?"

What else do you want to get out of me?

"Meaning?" An Qingfeng closed his eyes, and after a chuckle, he stared at Wei Lan and said softly, "Let you understand that this king will regard you as a treasure without you deliberately trying to curry favor."

Wei Lan looked at him with puzzlement and suspicion in his eyes.

An Qingfeng lowered his head, sighed silently, and said, "Lan'er, I'm tired."